Chapter 172

LUCAS’ POV The moment the video ended, the room went silent. Just the low hum of the projector and the weight of what Lucian Weston had just done settled over all of us like smoke after a fire. I leaned back in my chair slowly, fingers steepled beneath my chin, eyes fixed on the frozen image of Lucian’s face on the screen. That bastard. He didn’t just confess. He claimed her publicly. One of the board members cleared his throat. “Well… that changes things.” “Yes,” another murmured. “Public sentiment is already shifting. But I still find this hard to believe. They've been married for ten years?” I didn’t answer right away. I was too busy replaying the words in my head. My wife. Mother of my child. I won’t tolerate hate toward her. It took him years to realize that? That fool. He hadn’t cleared Elora’s name by denying the kiss. He’d cleared it by rewriting the entire narrative. And damn him for doing it well. “Let’s be clear,” I said finally, my voice calm, controlled. “Lucian Weston did